Category Easy Meals

There’s a very specific kind of heat that settles in late July, when the garden is overflowing, and the corn is so sweet it tastes like sunshine. That’s the kind of afternoon I remember the first time I made corn…

It was the fall after my youngest left for college when I first cooked this garlic parmesan chicken and potatoes. I remember standing in the kitchen, quiet for the first time in years, staring at the pantry like it held…

There’s a quiet sort of magic in recipes that come from unexpected places. My beef stroganoff journey didn’t begin with a handwritten card from my grandmother or a fancy dinner in some restaurant—it began in the middle of a snowstorm,…

I still remember the first time I tried roasting potatoes and how badly I overthought something that’s now second nature to me. It was a cold Sunday afternoon, one of those days when you crave something simple but comforting, and…

Some of my favorite recipes weren’t born from glossy cookbooks or pristine kitchen shows. They came from messes—real, everyday kitchen messes. These smashed potatoes are a perfect example. Years ago, I was hosting a last-minute Sunday dinner. I had planned…

It was a rainy Saturday in early November, one of those mornings when the kids were still in their pajamas at noon and my coffee cup was refilled more times than I’ll admit. I hadn’t planned breakfast ahead—just a few…

I can still hear the sound of the can opener clicking around the rim, that familiar metal hush as it peeled back the lid. My mama didn’t make a lot of fancy food, but there was something reverent about how…

I still remember the first time I made Panzanella. It was mid-July, and I’d just come home from the farmer’s market with more tomatoes than any sane person should try to carry on foot. My youngest was tugging at my…

There’s a kind of comfort that only a dish like baked mac and cheese can bring, and for me, it goes all the way back to my grandmother’s tiny, sunlit kitchen in New Hampshire. She was the type of cook…

I still remember the first time I made salmon patties. It was a rainy Tuesday evening, one of those midweek days where everything feels a bit frayed around the edges. My pantry was sparse, dinner needed to be on the…